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“I am feeling it.” He said.
He meant his age, and as I watched
I saw a vision of him…
Ribs broke away
from the cuttlefish bone of his breast
opening outward in a rueful grin.
I saw his heart stuttering over a word.
I watched his lungs tussling
with a bladder of vapor.
I saw a horseman on a creaking steed
raise its hoary head
and point an ancient ladle
at a long-winded windmill.
“Stir my belly lad,” it said.
“spoon out my sump,
dole globs of lymph from here to there.
My oil is vapid, my hip-bones hang
like tree tusks over a wilting groin.
Each ear is a pot
for mulch and millipedes”.
The specter fades.
He smiles, rubs his thin hair.
“I also see it sometimes’” he says,
“this liver-spotted ghost
that chains me
to you.”
Elongated dazzling radiance cast abeam
sensational blinding brilliance
thru eyelids cast agleam
buoyed upon soundcloud airstream
entire corporeal complex edifice
rocked upon gently
shimmering weightless as moon beam
metaphorically floats yours truly
autonomic kickstarting process
since... flagellation enabled conception
circulating, distributing, enervating...
dna chromosomal genetic
data packets craft
lifeforce fueled bloodstream
aforementioned haploid gamete
kinetic, microcosmic, and opportunistic
unbridled, likened, and fashioned bream
identity guarding, glorifying,
edifying dynamic counterstream
crème de la crème
deoxyribonucleic electric kool aid
acid time tested testicular cream
erecting scalar, singular, stellar
survival of fittest
legendary, mandatory, and noteworthy
twenty three and me crossbeam
cast adrift amidst
one after another
continuous pleasant daydream
wafting mysteriously current
squarely bobbing (think sponge)
idyllically, harmoniously, haphazardly
and gently flowing downstream
nimbly manifesting lusciously
kneading jubilantly inescapable
heavenly glorifying dream
begetting coruscating prismatic halo
quintessentially orbiting eyebeam
orchestrating laser inducted fleam
painlessly piercing poetic pulsating gleam
analogous to virtual reality occurring
currently within whirled wide
webbed dammed headstream.
Meanwhile along Battle Creek boughs
tooting, trumpeting tussling,
nonetheless resolute triumphant hornbeam
built barque remains intact amidst every inseam.
Lumbering ship of state seaworthy
in league with moost any other galleon
forging full steam ahead
lake any other mainstream
weathering riveting pond during microbeam.
This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging
teasing tendency thirst trumped,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology
tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity
together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
transsexual therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician
toady treacly Tory
(Tommy Two Tone),
thence thirdly Theodore
"Tornado" Tornetta)
themselves trained to tamp
twerking tremens triggers,
their tripartite treatment told
tattooing thorny transforming
took this then truant teenage turtle
through time traveling
to those truant tumultuous tragic,
toxic, tipsy twitchy, touchy, tetchy
typhoon terrible two times two
times two times two tantrum
throwing, thieving, threatening
taxing textured teen tinder times -
tossing, tilting, taking tankful tolled
throaty, thoroughly,
thickly telltale temblor
toured terrible tournament
testing taupe tumbling termagant (Thaddeus)
tangling (Tangoing) tiny Timothy,
the treacherous tarantula
tying tussling travail – tata!
Whispers in my ear,
tussling of my hair,
and sweeping me
off my feet.
Wrapping a blanket
around me,
warmth engulfs my form,
new breath,
blown gently upon my skin.
Goose pimples,
shivers down my spine;
bodily senses pricked
top to toe....
as you encircle me,
I move to find comfort.
Willing you to climax,
that I might find satisfaction,
a quieter state of mind,
a stillness,
as the sun shines once more.
I anticipate your return...
Author's notes
Okay, so this is slightly different from me....I wanted to kind of personify the wind here;
making the reader unsure as to whether it were a lover I was thinking of.... Try re-reading
thinking of it the other way, I think it works.....
Non-Existence and its elementary properties as I move about freely as you can plainly see
Matter is a tangible entity: meaning that it can be physically handled making it manageable -OR- an entity that can be felt, visually, to sensibility, to the advent of emotional is established once again, mayhaps not visibly, but emphasis sways in harmonic agreement ... EMOTIONAL INVOLVEMENT
No ... Non,
are both definitive factors of negativity
undertones
The use of simple reverse psychology
synergies
So we venture the realm
of possibilities
I am a former me
I am a nonentity
A human being
No longer seen
I can be anything
I am an entity
Not a void nor empty
Unless I choose to be
Imagine a world I d where you do not exist.
I am reduced to a you
I am here to amuse
me, myself, whate'er
I am that I am
But for trice I am now
Simply a pronoun
A person I don't belong
It's based on a premise
That I had existence
I can be a tree
Or a leaf on it
Or bee tussling
About or sitting
On a rock or the rock
Tumbling down stream
Just how it'd felt for the many
Unlike me who never
Was another entity
Let alone tossed
Rocky stream like of
Those I can see whose
Numbers are to great
To count but whate'er
I want to be a part
of a rock in a stream.
I think tomorrow
I'll be a bird
I soar high up
And dive into the sea
And swim like a fishy me
Marvel novel this
Non entity
To be anything
And everything almost...
Omniscient being.
We rise with ebb tide and flow.
Into the darkness of the night sky.
On the way, sincere nocturnal glow.
Look for sound, breeze, and flux tie.
Tussling to stay buoyant to get a cosmic way.
Once we perceive the level, it'll no long clave.
We halted prior to pursuing our pathway.
Reaching the top of every incoming wave.
Dark ocean spotted with the ritzy shore.
With its own peculiar set of needs and goals.
Like a boat was departing the harbor.
Vex me lost and later alone with my tolls.
On this endless night, a timeless dream.
Looking for a port and the earliest beam.
Written: July 14, 2022
Remember fondly the days of sun
as the seasons invertably change.
The hours of daylight shorten as
each passes and nights are long.
Autumn reluctantly releases her hold.
The lands cool and start to freeze,
whilst with a roar winter marches in
claiming and coating all in white.
Remember with pleasure those sultry
days sipping a fine wine as you
basted in hot rays turning brown
only now to shiver as cold bites.
winter's grip settles in deeper
as icicles adorn the trees glittering,
shining in the weak sunshine like gems.
Boughs on trees dip and some crack off.
Remember swimming in the sea or
rolling in the sun warmed sand.
Tussling with your sibling
forgetting the freezing cold to come.
Ah! Winter both loved and hated,
feared by those who are ill prepared.
Life hanging in the balance for some
but most will survive to see spring.
Remember, for remembering renews us
bringing back days of yore that
on reflection seem so magical
remember too, time recklessly spent.
That can never be recovered, much though
you wish otherwise, it is gone, done, buried.
Remember winter will end with a whimper
and the sun become all powerful yet again.
I am the gentle wind kissing your face as I go by.
I bring warmth to your cold body as I sigh.
I bring the whispers of wonder from a mysterious past.
I will bring forth Gaia with violent and unforgiven wrath.
Mother has given me a divine, free wandering spirit.
If you remain still, listen to my song, you will hear it.
Birds will gently fly as I lift them into the sky.
Cheerfully they chortle songs of pure delight.
Fanning flames, the fire begin to dance and swirl
My flaming breath brings forth the cleansing spirit of renewal.
Father has given me the breath of life to share.
As you inhale slowly the wonderful fragrant air.
Blowing through the amazing forest garden of Mother Earth.
You hear the rustle of leaves releasing seeds to fall for new birth.
Ushering in rain, letting it nurtures this life that is new and old.
Gently I touch the new morning growth as it unfolds.
Gleefully I dance through this beautiful day tussling your hair.
You dance with me in this moment as a wonderful pair.
I will mourn the loss of your amazing heart filled life.
I will gently blow warm comfort to your loving wife.
Pairing knives peppered the garden growing by the river.
Eerie sounds slid sideways into the lowering light.
Alfy and Alice were still out cavorting beyond the barn.
Children in dusty blue dresses yawned on the paint-chipped deck.
Ernie and Emmett kept to tussling along the riverbed,
Something about some girl they both shined over.
Papa didn't budge over it with a freshly lit pipe in his slow rocker.
Even with the yellin' and cussin' and grabbin' gettin' hotter and rougher.
All told I'd reckon this was their 10th row since I moved back to the farm.
Knowing their love of escalation they were bound to spot one of the knives.
Estuary frogs croaked through the purple summer sky when I pounced,
Running thru the squeaky screen door for silhouetted shivs dancing riverside.
Feisty breezes blow through the trees
shaking and tussling twigs and leaves.
Often, gusts begin as a breeze
feisty breezes rustle the trees.
Grounding the butterflies and bees
breezes come and go as they please.
Feisty breezes blow through the trees
shaking and tussling twigs and leaves.
Breezes come and go as they please,
mayhem following in their wake.
Plants left in a state of unease
breezes come and go as they please.
Flexible trees bend to their knees
all day and night without a break.
Breezes come and go as they please,
mayhem following in their wake.
All-day and night without a break,
blowing breezes lead the attack.
And though trees are hardy, they shake
all day and night without a break.
Creaking as though in constant ache,
they're unable to spring back.
All-day and night without a break,
blowing breezes lead the attack.
(Triple Triolet)
6/30/2018